A sky-blue apron with white clouds was a refreshing colour, and clearly not Glenn Hutchinson's.
When Glenn approached Flossie again, he didn't hand her the apron directly. Instead, he slipped it over her head carefully making sure it fit right. Then he moved behind her to help her secure it.
Flossie turned her head to gaze at him standing behind her. The white kitchen light cast a clear shadow on his features, his downturned eyes mysterious in the shadow. He was tying a simple knot in the apron, but there was a serious look in his eyes as he did so.
"Done."
Having deftly tied the apron, Glenn carefully lifted the hair that had been pressed against the back of her neck, his magnetic voice was carried in from behind her. Alongside the steady trickle of water, his words seemed intent on reaching deep into her heart.
"Thanks."
As always, Flossie casually responded, the words never sounding like they came from the heart.
